I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize